lunacress

The Sienkiewicz Legacy
3.1

Look at how pretty it is starting to look. Very proud of my babies.

And here is the extension to the house now that Feyre is back home. The main house is for her and the kids, while that little room to the side is for Glynn and Autumn's retirement.

Feyre: Hey little guy. Now I'm home maybe you'll actually get fed.

Yeah, sorry Mike.

Feyre: I fucking hate Amaranta.

What the heck happened between college and now?

That rage doesn't stop her from inviting her fiancée over to get started on the next generation.

Feyre: I just can't stay mad at her.

Amaranta: Wait, you were mad?

No time is wasted.

Pffft.

I'll come back once you're all pregnant.

Glynn: I have the most beautiful wife ever.

Some things never change.

Seriously, you could have taken longer than five minutes Feyre. I would not have complained.

Glynn: Best get warmed up now sweetie. Weddings always make me randy.

Cynthia: Damn, my future-mother-in-law is foxy.

Don't make me regret ageing you up with Brenna.

Autumn: GLYNN! Stop pinching my butt!

Feyre: Just ignore them. This is our special day. Ignore them all.

Autumn and Glynn: Hooray! Is this done then? We have...stuff to do back in our room.

Feyre: Damn, I scored one babe of a wife.

Meanwhile, Brenna spent the whole wedding playing the guitar inside.

I complain, but I hope they never grow out of this.

Amaranta: So, how about knocking me up too?

Autumn: Want to pretend you can still fertilise my eggs?

Even these two were at it!

Feyre: Oh my god!

Autumn: Careful. Our insurance doesn't cover you shoving me through the window. Again.

Amaranta: What?

Feyre: Babies. Good.

Amaranta: I'm pregnant! Isn't that awesome!

Cynthia: I have no idea why I'm still here.

Suddenly, elders!

DAMMIT GLYNN!

Still looking cute and lovely.

Should you two be doing that in your conditions?

I don't want a repeat of what happened to Autumn.

Autumn: Who's a pretty kitty?

Pumpkin: At least let me face the camera.

Brenna, go home!

Amaranta: I'm huuuuuge!

Glynn: Did I drop you on your head or something?

Feyre: This is not good or fun!

It's a girl, Zelika.

And another girl, Zaira.

Glynn: Finally more babies to take care of until they can walk and I suddenly lose all interest.

Amaranta: NO!

Cynthia: Why am I still here?

(I want to add that Cynthia and Brenna do not live in the main house. They live next door. Not that you would know since they never go home)

Autumn: Why is this happening?

Glynn: Quick, morph with me. It's the only way!

It's another girl, Kestrel.

Nice to know that even as an old lady Autumn would rather sleep in the kids's beds than her own.

Glynn: Must keep watch over my lady love.

Autumn: Aww, precious tiny baby!

The house has devolved into four women fighting over three babies.

See?

Feyre: Better quickly get a few hugs in before Mum steals her again.

Autumn: Wait, are there no more babies around?

Glynn: This is disgusting!

I'll bet. It's been there since Feyre and Brenna were kids.

Awww.

Also I really need to fill in this hood a bit more.

Autumn: I'm going to try and grab a baby. Have fun spying on our daughter, who is our only neighbour.

Glynn: How else am I meant to make sure that Brenna is taking care of herself?

Asking when she comes round every day to visit?

Cynthia: What I do in my own home is my own business!

Glynn: I just wanted to know how you get it so smooth.

Glynn: I just wanted tasty smoothies too!

Birthday time!

Feyre: Hey, you have a baby.

Amaranta: So do you.

Here is the adorable Zaira.

And the seriously cute Zelika.

Are you ready for a lot more of me squealing over cute toddlers?

Look at her cute little face!

Feyre: I'll just hang out skipping here, so I can be the first to get to the kids when they wake up.

Autumn: That's not fair! I sleep here so I can have first dibs on the kids.

Glynn: I'm just here because Autumn is.

Autumn: I hate Cynthia.

Amaranta: Okay?

Amaranta: Blergh!

Glynn: Who's Nana's little tropical fish?

Glynn: Well done on the cute kids sweetie.

Amaranta: Is it my turn for a kiss next?

Zelika: I've been sat alone for five whole seconds. Where are the adults?

Glynn: My wonderful wife, there she is, in my eyeline.

I swear, only two bolts.

Time for Kestrel to join the twins in actually being able to actively run from the adults.

Adorable, of course.

Toddlers!

Feyre: Want to hear my latest song written in your honour.

Amaranta: Erm...sure, I guess?

While Amaranta regrets everything, we can all depart until next time. This is the last full chapter I've played, so it may be a while before I can post again.

The Sienkiewicz Legacy - 3.1 - ARCHIVED